Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

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Madhuri laid there, her legs still trembling, her mind reeling. "What just happened?" she thought, shame and ecstasy warring within her. She couldn't look at Abhi, couldn't face the reality of what they'd become part of.

Ishaan's mocking laughter filled the room, cutting through the haze of Madhuri's fading orgasm. "Looks like you gave your mom an orgasm. Not really a loser after all, huh?" he taunted, his eyes glinting with cruel amusement.

Abhi's face burned, but he said nothing, his gaze flickering between shame and something darker, hungrier. Ishaan didn't give him time to dwell.

He stood, dragging Madhuri toward a glass table in the corner of the room. With a sweep of his arm, he cleared the scattered newspapers, the pages fluttering to the floor.

He pushed Madhuri down, pinning her body against the cold surface, her breasts pressing into the glass. He lifted one of her legs onto the table, exposing her completely, and grabbed a fistful of her hair.

"Ready for something new?" Ishaan murmured, his voice low and dangerous. He positioned himself behind her, his fingers guiding his cock toward her untouched asshole. Madhuri tensed, her breath hitching.

"Ishaan, wait!" she cried, her voice sharp with pain as he began to press inside, slow but relentless. "It.. ahh.. hurts!"

"Relax," he growled, his movements deliberate, easing in and out. The pain was sharp, unfamiliar, but as he continued, a wild, unexpected pleasure began to bloom through Madhuri's body, radiating from her core. She gasped, her fingers gripping the edges of the table, torn between the sting and the intoxicating rush.

Ishaan's gaze flicked to Abhi, who sat frozen, eyes wide with longing. "Get under the table. Now!" he ordered. "Keep your head up, mouth open. Catch your mom's dripping juices."

Madhuri's heart lurched, a strange mix of thrill and horror surging within her. "Sweetie, go away," she pleaded, her voice weak, dutiful, but her body betrayed her, responding to the depravity unfolding.

Abhi hesitated, then obeyed, crawling under the table. He looked up, his mouth falling open instinctively as he saw his mother's breasts squished and moving against the glass, their shape distorted in a way that made his pulse race.

Her pussy glistened, growing wetter with each of Ishaan's thrust in her ass, the sight and sound overwhelming him.

Madhuri's moans deepened, her body responding not just to Ishaan but to the knowledge that her son was below her, watching, waiting. She fought the feeling, but Ishaan's deep thrusts overpowered her will.

Her labia pulsed, a thick, viscous drop forming at the edge, trembling there. Madhuri noticed it, saw Abhi's eyes fixed on it, and tried to shift, arching her back to move the drop away. But it slid down, grazing her clit, and fell. Abhi moved instinctively, catching it on his tongue.

The taste was heaven, a forbidden sweetness that sent a shiver through him. Madhuri bit her lip, drowning in shame, yet a part of her reveled in his interest to catch, her body betraying her mind.